Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter : Bad Boy Fights The Fight Of His Life For His Girl! (An MMA Fighter Romance Book 1)

by P. T. Macias

  “Yeah, I sort of figured that, so when is the wedding,” I ask, smiling.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m waiting for. I’m not sure if he’s going to ask, and I’m afraid to lose him,” Parris says, closing her eyes.

  “Wow, sis, that’s not good. I would pull away to see if he reacts to not having you,” I say, looking at my nails.

  “Yeah, I think that I need to do that. I’m going shopping tomorrow, do you want to go with me,” Parris says, nodding.

  “Oh yeah, I do,” I say, nodding, closing my eyes.

  “Okay, we can leave around eleven, have lunch, and do some shopping. I need to get some new outfits,” Parris says, pushing off my bed.

  “Sounds good; I want you to meet Spencer,” I say, pushing off my chair.

  “Oh yeah, that’s the plan,” Parris says, winking.

  “Oh my gosh, you best not give him a hard time,” I say, placing my hands on my hips pursing my lips.

  “Nah, I wouldn’t; I just want to meet him. Mama and William like him, and that’s so odd,” Parris says, crossing her arms.

  “Okay, sis, he’ll be here soon. But don’t stick around long because I need to talk to him,” I say, walking out with her.

  We walk down the hall into the family room. I walk over to the bar to get a glass of wine.

  “Sis, do you want some wine,” I ask, pulling the wine bottle from the rack.

  “Yeah,” Parris says, nodding. She falls onto the sofa, grabbing the remote. She turns on the TV.

  “It’s been a while since I’ve watched TV; I rather read,” I say, handing Parris the wine glass.

  “Yeah, I’m always busy,” Parris says, taking a sip of wine.

  “Is Mama and Father home,” I ask, swirling the wine in the glass. I then sniff, closing my eyes.

  Yeah, it’s my favorite wine.

  I take a sip, enjoy the flavor.

  “No, Mama went with Father to some dinner party, and William went too,” Parris says, placing the wine glass on the table.

  “Awesome,” I say, nodding my head.

  I look at my cell phone for any messages. It’s still another thirty min before he shows. He’s always punctual.

  “Sis, leave it on that news program because I want to know what’s happening with that shit in the White House,” I say, taking a sip.

  “Yeah, right? I can’t fucking believe that we have someone like that,” Parris says, shaking her head.

  “Yeah, but everything should be okay soon; I have to believe that,” I say, nodding.

  “Well, I don’t want to really watch that because I want to see something fun,” Parris says, changing the channel.

  “Right, put on an old fun movie so we can watch it until Spencer gets here.”

  “Okay, that really is a great idea. It’s always fun to watch old movies. Which one do you want to see,” Parris asks, looking at me?

  “Yeah, you know that I love several. How about Ghost, Dirty Dancing, or When Fools Rush in,” I say, giggling. I fall back onto the backrest, laughing.

  “Right, I think that When Fools Rush In would be fun because it’s cute,” Parris says, laughing.

  “Yeah, Ghost will get me teary-eyed, and I don’t want to ruin my makeup,” I say, taking another sip of wine.

  “Right, we can see that series, the Spanish Queen, or something like that,” Parris says, searching for it.

  “Oh yeah, that really looks interesting,” I say, nodding.

  “Oh, here it is,” Parris says, nodding. She presses the control, and the series pops up. We look at the beginning drinking our wine.

  A few minutes into the series, the bell rings.

  “Oh my gosh! He’s here,” I say, pushing off the sofa.

  “Oh my, I’ll turn the TV off,” Parris says, pushing off the sofa.

  “Okay,” I say, walking down the hall.

  “I’ll go to my room for a few so you can talk. I’ll come down to meet him later,” Parris says, nodding.

  “Awesome,” I say, smiling.

  Twelve

  Spencer

  Confident that he can give Dior what she’s used to having.

  I pull into the drive turning off the car. I seat there for a minute, looking at the mansion, recognizing that she’s a fucking Princess.

  Fuck!

  I got this.

  I know that I can give her that.

  I can’t let those fucking doubts that that fucker yell at me get to me. I’m proving him wrong.

  I open the door, sliding off the seat, closing the door. I walk around my black pickup, walking up the long walkway, stopping at the door. I knock on the door, sliding my hands into my jeans.

  Yeah, I can’t wait to see Diorzella, lol. It doesn’t matter that she’s my Princess.

  The next minute I see her as she opens the door.

  “Princess,” I say, flashing my dimples, looking at how fucking cute she looks.

  She’s wearing a fluffy black skirt, a hot pink top, and sexy little booties.

  “Spency,” Dior shrieks, running into me wrapping her arms around me.

  Fuck!

  “Whoa, Princess,” I say, chuckling, wrapping my arms around her.

  I lean down, kissing her deeply, tasting every recess, sliding, and tangling our tongues.

  I love how responsive she is to my touch. She has me always with a full-blown hard-on.

  I pull back, gazing into her glittering fiery eyes. I love seeing her flushed face and swollen lips.

  “Spency, you look so yummy,” Dior says, pulling back to check me out.

  “Princess, you look beautiful as always. Hey, how about we go inside or somewhere else,” I growl, leaning down to kiss her again, pulling her in.

  Fuck!

  I need lots of kisses, plus more. Being around her and not touching her was sweet torture. My hand moves through her hair, grasping her neck to hold her at the right angle for me to deepen my kiss.

  Oh yeah, she’s melting into me, and it’s so damn sweet.

  “Oh, Spency, we can go in the house,” Dior says, pulling back smiling.

  She takes my hand, pulling me into the house. We walk into the hallway, down to the family room, to the gray leather sofa. I’ve been in the house, in every room, but it feels different right now. I’m here as her man, not her guard.

  Fuck!

  I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

  “Princess, how did your day go,” I ask, gazing into her eyes for any issues with Ethan.

  I’m positive that Ethan is taking care of her, and he should be off now. It’s another reason I wanted to see her later in the evening.

  I run my finger over her soft cheek as she smiles.

  “Yeah, Ethan is nice, but he’s not you. I wish you were guarding me. I miss you; I miss teasing you,” Dior says, pouting those sweet lips.

  She loves pulling all of those cards, the teasing girl, the sweet Princess, the spoiled brat, and the sexy Diorzella.

  Fuck!

  I love them all.

  She has me on my toes, but now Ethan's job to babysit.

  “Princess, I really hope that you’re not teasing Ethan as you did me,” I say, furrowing my forehead.

  Fuck!

  Dior giggles, burying her face into my chest.

  “Princess,” I say, furrowing my forehead waiting for her to answer.

  It’s not fucking going to be good if she’s pulling that shit with Ethan.

  She pulls away, moving to sit on my lap, cupping my face in her hands.

  “Oh, Spency, I’m only like that with you because you do it for me,” Dior whispers, kissing my face and finally kisses me.

  Fuck!

  She does it for me too. I slide my arm around her small waist holding her close.

  “Hmmm . . Princess, are we alone in the house,” I croak in a raspy voice kissing down her neck.

  “Uh, no, Parris is home,” Dior says, wrapping her arm around my neck.

  “Fuck, let’s get out of here,
” I growl, biting her neck, sucking her silky skin.

  I’m going crazy having her this close in my arms, so damn hungry and ready to fuck her senseless.

  I move my hand to her leg, moving up her thigh, stopping close to her sweet pussy.

  “Yes, that sounds great, but we can go to my room,” Dior moans, sinking her face into my neck.

  “Okay, but I’d rather go to my place.”

  “Yeah, me too, but the honest truth, I want you now,” Dior whispers in my ear, nipping my earlobe.

  Fuck!

  My cock twitches, demanding to sink deep into her heat.

  I push off the sofa with her in my arms, walking out of the family room. I take the stairs, walking to her room since I know the house like the back of my hand. We get to her room, shift her in my arms, and I open the door. I walk into the room, closing the door and locking it.

  I walk over to her bed, falling onto it with her in my arms.

  “Spency, it’s about time that you’re in my bed,” Dior huffs, moving her hands under my gray thermal shirt.

  “Princess, . . . . hmmm. . . can we talk later? I’m so damn ready to love you,” I gasp, a fiery burn runs up-down spine, exploding in my cock.

  I move down her throat, pushing her top up and off, exposing her full breasts.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I growl, moving my lips over the swell of her firm breasts. I push the delicate sexy bra down, exposing her breasts. I bury my face into her soft flesh, inhaling deeply, savoring her scent. I take her hard nipple into my mouth, flicking the hard nub with my tongue. A deep growl grows from deep inside.

  “Spency, that feels so good,” Dior moans, pulling thermal up.

  I pull away to take off my thermal, looking at her beautiful breasts. I run my hand over her breasts; I take a nipple in my mouth, closing my eyes.

  “Yes,” Dior whimpers, running her fingers through my hair.

  I slide down her stomach, kissing and licking as I move down. I pull her skirt, throwing it over my shoulders. I stare at the black lacy thong.

  Fuck!

  I’ve dreamed of seeing her in all of those small thongs and bra that she teased me with. She looks fucking hot, and she’s mine.

  I move down to kiss at the top of her mound, sliding a finger under the small material pulling aside. I feel Dior tremble, tense, and pull me closer to her sweet pussy. I slide my finger through her silky folds, sliding my tongue over her wet flesh.

  Fuck!

  She tastes so damn sweet.

  I lick and suck her swollen flesh, feeling her tense, closing her thighs, holding me close. The sweet fluid fills my mouth; I suck all of it off her flesh.

  “Spencer,” Dior cries, lifting her hips.

  I love hearing her cry out my name as she orgasm.

  “Princess,” I growl, pulling away. I unbutton my jeans, pulling my zipper down. I take out the warp from my wallet, ripping it open with my teeth. I roll the wrap on, and I then crawl onto the bed, sliding my hard cock through her wet flesh.

  “Spency, now,” Dior moans, cupping her breasts.

  “Princess, you’re so damn wet for me,” I growl, sliding into her hot heat.

  She shifts her hips up, taking me further inside her hot pussy.

  “Oh, Baby, you’re so damn wet and tight,” I grunt, grinding into her.

  I pull out and thrust deeply inside in a rolling motion. I gaze into her eyes as I make her mine.

  “Dior, this pussy is mine,” I growl, leaning down, taking her nipple in my mouth.

  “Yes, Spency, all yours,” Dior whimpers.

  I bite her nipple, sucking and licking each one until they’re swollen. I suck her flesh, marking her.

  “These breasts are mine,” I growl, retaking the nipple.

  Fuck!

  I love her breasts; they’re perfect.

  “Spency, please fuck me harder,” Dior says, moving her hips meeting my thrusts.

  I move faster, thrusting deeper into her tight pussy. Taking her hard and fast gazing into her eyes.

  I thrust deep, grinding, and pulling out, feeling my balls tighten up. I’m so close to the edge.

  I move my hand to her swollen flesh to rub, pushing her over the edge.

  I fall with her, taking her lips in a hungry hard kiss, eating her cry.

  Fuck!

  I swear I feel her soul because we’re connected.

  We’re one.

  I stay connected, looking at her smile, moving her hands to rest on my shoulders.

  “Spency, that was wonderful,” Dior sighs.

  “Yes, Princess, that was fuckingtastic. I need to trash this wrap,” I growl, pulling out.

  I walk to the bathroom, trash the wrap, and I grab a wet towel. I walk over to her wiping her, and then I throw the towel on the floor.

  “Spency, tell me about your training. Tell me everything about you,” Dior says, cuddling next to me.

  “Princess, I train every day at the Apollo Gym. Ethan and I are part of the team. We train for the MMA competitions. Tell me how it’s going with Ethan,” I say, holding her close.

  “Well, Ethan is okay; he’s not you. I’m staying home because Father wants me home. He wouldn’t tell me more, but I think something has Father worked up,” Dior says, pursing her lips.

  She runs her slender fingers over my abs, tracing all of the groves. Her touch burns, my cock raises to attention.

  Fuck!

  “Princess, promise me that you will be careful and listen to Ethan,” I growl, pulling her onto my hips.

  Oh yeah, she runs that sweet wet pussy over my cock, driving me insane.

  “You’re killing me,” I growl, holding onto the urge to bury deep inside her pussy without a wrap. I know that will be fucking heaven.

  “Spency, I’m clean and on the pill. If you’re clean, it would be amazing to feel you without the wrap,” Dior whimpers, rubbing her swollen flesh over the crown.

  “Fuck yes, I’m clean,” I growl, pulling onto my cock.

  “Yes, you feel so good,” Dior moans, sliding onto my cock.

  I grunt, pushing my hips up to get deeper inside her. I’m going to fucking shoot my load.

  “Spency,” Dior whimpers, grinding on my cock.

  “Sorry, Princess, I need to fuck you hard,” I growl, flipping her over onto her back.

  I thrust fast and deep inside her tight wet pussy. I feel her ripples, the tight wall clutching my cock.

  I roll my hips, pounding in and out, pushing her over the edge, and I follow her, connecting as one.

  I bury my face into her neck, inhaling her scent.

  “Spency, that was awesome,” Dior whispers, running her hand over my shoulder.

  “Princess, you’re awesome,” I rasp, my voice is closing up with the intense emotion that’s invading my soul.

  It’s been a couple of weeks since I started seeing Dior as my girl. She fills my soul with light and hope. She makes me want to be better, to do better.

  I look over at Dior taking a sip of her wine, licking the small droplet on her lower lip.

  Fuck!

  She kills me, and I don’t think that I’ll ever get enough. I have a constant hard-on because I only think of her sweet pussy, and I’m done.

  “Princess, my fight is getting closer. I’m going to be gone for a few days while I’m there,” I say, slicing my steak.

  “Oh yeah, where is it going to take place,” Dior says, raising her eyebrow.

  “In Vegas, in a few weeks,” I say, nodding.

  “Wow, that’s going to be exciting. I want to go,” Dior says, setting the wine glass on the table, leaning forward.

  “Is that so? You can go; you can be my lucky charm,” I say, winking.

  “Ohhhhh. . . . . it’s going to be so much fun,” Dior says, clasping her hands. Her eyes glitter, she has a soft flush on her face. She looks so adorable.

  Thirteen

  Dior

  I walk into the hotel room, looking around the room.

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sp; Yeah, it’s a decent size room; at least I don’t have to share it with Parris.

  William, Parris, Mama, and Father are here for the fight. I’m happy that my family likes Spencer.

  I grab my cell to text Spencer to let him know that I’m here. I know that he’s training, but I hope I can see him.

  Dior – Spency, I’m here at the hotel.

  I chew my lower lip, walking to the window to look at the strip. I hope that we get time alone so we can enjoy Vegas together.

  My cell beeps: I slide my finger over the screen to see the message.

  Spencer – Fuckingtastic! I’ll let you know when I’m free.

  Dior – Okay, will that be a while?

  Spencer – About an hour.

  Dior – Okay, can’t wait.

  Spencer – xoxo

  Dior – xoxox

  Fourteen

  Spencer

  I look at the wall in the small room assigned to me for the fight. I’m ready, gloves on, and waiting to be escorted to the cage.

  A couple of minutes later, the door opens, Rock walks inside, nodding.

  “Ready,” Rock asks, looking at me.

  “Yeah,” I say, nodding.

  “You got this. Let’s go rumble,” Rock growls, opening the door.

  I walk behind him, and Ash and X fall right behind at my sides. It feels good to have them at my back.

  The music is loud; it gets me hyped. I’m ready and psyched for the fight. The crowd shouts; it’s deafening. I walk to my corner, and I see Diorzella in the front row next to me. Dior blows me a kiss and gives me a huge smile.

  Her family is sitting next to her, nodding at me.

  Fuck!

  I love that woman.

  The referee is in the cage, and I walk in, and so does my opponent Brute. He’s a mean motherfucker and the current champion.

  I stare at Brute, and he fucking stares back. I know that he’s not listening to the referee; I can see it in his eyes.

  We tap our gloves, and the bell rings.

  It’s showtime!

  I stare at Brute bounce side to side, waiting for the moment to knock me out.

  I know his game.